Airport Drama: Entitled Woman Orders Staff to Clean Up After Her Dog – Here’s How I Put Her in Her Place

Entitled Woman Lets Her Dog Poop on The Airport Floor & Rudely Orders Staff to Clean It – So I Taught Her an Unforgettable Lesson

I saw a startling incident of entitled woman acting shockingly against her dog at the Las Vegas Airport. She had no idea that what she was doing would start a series of circumstances that would make us both wonder about the meaning of karma and justice.

By 6:30 a.m., I arrived at the Las Vegas Airport, exhausted and in need of coffee. Walking slowly in the direction of my gate, I noticed a woman walking a tiny dog on a leash. She was lost in a FaceTime conversation, not paying attention to anything else.

She cried into her phone, “Oh my God, Stacey, you won’t believe what happened last night.”

As I was about to move on, I rolled my eyes and saw her dog squat down. That is, on the floor of the airport.

“Excuse me, miss?” There was a man in his middle age trying to catch her eye. “Your dog is…”

With a gaze that could have melted steel, the woman blasted him. “Some people are just so damned rude,” she said over the phone to her pal.

I was seeing things that I couldn’t believe. After the dog had performed its job, the woman began to leave the mess remain.

“You’re not going to clean that up?” Another onlooker questioned, clearly shocked.

The woman pivoted, contorting her face in revulsion. She yelled, “They have people for that.” She then noticed a neighboring airport cleaner. With an air of entitlement, she said, “Do your job! I won’t carry out your request for me.”

The young man working at the airport, who was most likely in his early twenties, was surprised. He stammered, reddening his face, “Ma’am, I… that’s not… you’re supposed to…”

However, the woman had already pivoted, vanishing into the throng. The employee just remained there, appearing completely defeated. He looked about as though he was waiting for someone to point out that this was all a big joke.

I was no longer able to remain silent. I walked over to him and said, “Hey, are you okay? That woman was really inappropriate.”

He let out a sigh. “I’m grateful. I simply don’t know how to deal with that. Not even my department is involved.”

“That’s not to worry about,” I told him. “We witnessed everything. You are not to blame.”

With an appreciative nod, he raced off, most likely in search of someone who could truly clean up the mess.

My heart raced. This woman, who did she think she was?

I moved toward the jumble, cautioning people not to trip over each other. A maintenance worker was located by a compassionate stranger.

“Can you believe that?” Who had attempted to warn the woman before, I questioned the man?

He gave a headshake. It is a privilege, not a right, to travel with pets. Some folks are simply incomprehensible.”

I raised a hand and introduced myself as Nora.

“Jasper,” he shook it in response. “Heading somewhere nice?”

“Working in London. You?”

“Tokyo. Business trip.”

Before we parted ways, we spoke for a short while. As I made my way to my gate, I was unable to control my rage. Then I ran into her once more.

The arrogant woman sat next to my fence, her dog barking nonstop at this point. She was playing loud music from her phone without using headphones, as if that wasn’t awful enough.

While several passengers were making their way out, I thought otherwise. I took a seat just beside her.

“Are you going to Tokyo on business?” I pretended to be friendly as I inquired.

She gave me a naked glance. “I’m heading to London,” she declared abruptly.

My eyes widened in impersonation shock. “Oh no! Then you had better move quickly. The aircraft was rescheduled to gate 53C. The flight to Tokyo is this one.”

Her eyes widened. She picked up her bags and dog and stormed off without even looking at the monitor.

I couldn’t resist grinning. The gate monitor still read “London,” no doubt about it, but she was too preoccupied with herself to see it.

I waited for her return as boarding time drew near. After the last call ended, neither she nor her grumpy dog could be found.

I took a seat and experienced an odd mix of shame and delight. I concluded she had to have missed the flight as the jet started to taxi.

The female adjacent to me grinned. “First time flying to London?”

“No, I go to work quite a bit. My name is Nora.

“Mei,” she answered. “I heard the woman and her dog making noise earlier. Did you witness her making love?

I gave a headshake. “I don’t think she made it back in time.”

Mei raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious? Whoa, that’s really bad.”

I shrugged, trying to look as casual as possible. “Yeah, well… karma, I guess.”

Mei gently nodded. “I guess. It still feels a little harsh. It is very important to miss a flight.”

I shifted in my chair at what she said. Had I overreached myself?

“You’re right,” I acknowledged. “I just got so angry seeing how she treated everyone.”

Mei gave me a pat on the arm. Everybody has their times. Learning from them is what matters most.”

I was thinking about what I had done nonstop as the jet took off. Though I didn’t plan on missing her flight, it seemed as though the world was weighing my case against her reprehensible actions.

Mei’s remarks haven’t left me though. Had I truly come down to her level, or had I really taught her a lesson?

The voice of the flight attendant startled me out of my reverie. “Drinks, ladies?”

“Water, please,” Mei murmured.

I gave a nod. “Same for me, thanks.”

Mei looked across at me as we sipped our beverages. “So, what takes you to London so often?”

The diversion was welcome. “I’m employed by an IT company. Our operations in Europe are growing.”

Mei remarked, “That sounds exciting.” “Any favorite spots in the city?”

We talked about London, our work, and our vacation experiences for the next hour. It provided a welcome distraction from my nagging guilt.

I excused myself halfway through the flight to use the bathroom. I heard a talk that made my stomach turn while I stood in line.

“Yeah, some lady missed her flight because someone gave her the wrong gate number,” said an individual. “She was raising hell at customer service when I left.”

I could feel my face becoming paler. Now it was true. It was me that made her miss her flight.

Mei said, “Are you okay?,” so I guess I looked as horrible as I felt when I got back in my seat. You are somewhat pallid.”

I thought about lying, but I was so consumed with guilt. “I have something to tell you. Assured not to pass judgment?

Mei gave a serious look as she nodded.

I inhaled deeply and let it all out. The encounter with the dog, my rage, the misleading gate information. I felt like the worst person alive by the time I was done.

Mei was silent for a while. She proceeded to remark, “Well, that was certainly… creative.”

I let out a groan. “I’m a terrible person, aren’t I?”

“No,” Mei firmly said. Yes, you did make a mistake. However, horrible people don’t regret what they’ve done.”

Although she spoke them with kindness, my guilt remained. “What should I do?”

Mei paused to reflect. You can’t undo what has been done, though. However, this might be a turning point. a gentle reminder to control your temper even while you’re furious.”

I slowly nodded. “You’re accurate. I only hope she gained some knowledge as well.”

Mei guessed, “Maybe she did.” “Sometimes it takes a shock to make us realize our behavior isn’t okay.”

I promised myself something, silently, as we started our journey down into London. I would take this encounter as a lesson, a prompt to improve even in the face of challenging individuals.

Mei turned to face me one more time as the plane touched down and we taxied to the gate. “Remember that none of us are finished products, Nora. The most crucial thing is to never give up on improving.”

With gratitude, I grinned. “Many thanks, Mei. For the insight and for listening.”

I couldn’t help but look around the airport as we disembarked, partly expecting to see the woman from Vegas. Despite the fact that she wasn’t there, I would always remember her and what I did.

I wasn’t sure if she had returned before our departure, but I hadn’t noticed her on board and hadn’t heard her dog bark. Though I didn’t plan on missing her flight, it seemed like the universe was making up for her terrible actions.

However, as I moved around the airport, I became aware that things aren’t always evenly balanced. Sometimes they just keep toppling, leaving us to juggle the turmoil of human connection to find our balance.

How would you have responded in that situation?